I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.

Surely she had endured enough for one evening without having to listen to intelligent conversation?

Flora sighed. It was curious that persons who lived what the novelists called a rich emotional life always seemed to be a bit slow on the uptake.

Curious how Love destroys every vestige of that politeness which the human race, in its years of evolution, has so painfully acquired.

On the whole, Flora liked it better when they were silent, though it did rather give her the feeling that she was acting in one of the less cheerful German highbrow films.

He was, she reflected, almost rudely like a tortoise; and she was glad her friend kept none as pets or they might have suspected mockery.

I do not object to the phenomena, but I do object to the parrot.